“Can’t you stay on in pictures?” asked Cora, a tinge of sarcasm in her voice.
That nettled Janet. “If we want to,” she retorted, “but neither one of us can see much of a future in being actresses in western films.”
“With all of the influence your father has, you ought to be able to get into better pictures,” Margie told Helen, and it was her turn to feel a mounting flood of color in her cheeks.
“You can leave Dad out of this. He gave us an introduction, but we’ve won our parts,” snapped Helen.
The girls finished packing in silence and were ready to go down stairs when “Skeets” stuck his head in the door.
“Bus is all ready to start back for the city,” he said, picking up Janet’s and Helen’s bags.
Cora and Margie took their own luggage and followed them down stairs.
“Do you think we ought to invite them to Hollywood with us?” whispered Helen.
“That’s up to you,” replied Janet, “for they would have to be entertained in your home.”
“Well, what do you honestly think?”